“There is false humility and genuine humility and between them, there is a desire of the practitioner to become humble.”

The flip side of happiness is suffering.

What appears to be a curse can be a blessing if we simply appreciate the inner essence of the possibility of how to connect to God in that situation.

To be in the association of those aspiring to love God is the ultimate gift of God.

Trying to be happy in this world is greatest illusion.

The diverse religions and races bring beauty to the world if we truly understand in our hearts the essence of who we are and what we stand for. And that really is the essence of spirituality.

“What a joke: Tiny living entities crawling on a little planet and are thinking, “I am Great”. “

If a leader engages in sinful activity that becomes the standard, if he is strict that becomes the standard.

Real problem is not population explosion, but what the population is doing.

Pure devotional service fries the seeds of material inclinations in our heart.

Genuine spiritual movement should forgive and encourage.

That is truth. In that truth, there is real happiness. And there is nothing that could disturb that happiness.

Humility is a natural symptom of those who love God.

The worst tragedy is that this uncontrolled mind steals our consciousness away from Krishna and that is the beginning, the essence of all suffering.

The dirty wax of egotism accumulated in the heart prevents us from clearly hearing the Lord’s voice within. A guru, with the stick of knowledge, cleans our hearts. It’s really ugly to see what may come out, but by following patiently, we keep cleaning.

When object of our anxiety is God, then that brings ecstacy.

The Ultimate expression of Humility comes when we control our senses.

You can’t hurt a person and expect them to fake happiness so that it doesn’t hurt your ego.

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.

Listening and empathizing will enable you to look past fake smiles and dive deeper into the pain in their eyes.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

I have been to places and left my heart in few. None of them felt real, none of them felt like you.

Making mistakes is better than faking perfection.

I don’t want to be fake. I’m just being me. And I have the power to break stereotypes and whatever useless rules that society puts on us.

I fell in love with copies of an original I lost long ago.